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These stains on the pagesThey're not from what you think,Their existance came fromThrowing poisoned darts at frozen photographsWhen I heard youSay your lines, purpleRains down like the blood thunderingThrough my mind, how could you?

You aren't heartless, cause you took some heartsIt takes someone so small with a heartMade of soft acid, burning the slightest touchWith your fears, to smear this much painAcross bleeding veins, with adrenaline in their earsInnocent minds know you as a queenBut I know the truth

And I sense mutiny over such sweetAnarchy, it's chaos in head over heartHeart over thought and it's just anarchyThrown into the fire

These smeared letters on flame-torched parchment,They're just evidence that I'm human,I'm shaking from the effort of not breaking downI could've started over, I could've started earthquakesBut once again I gave in to sweet mistakes

You aren't cold, cause you took the warmth of loveIt takes someone so small with a heartMade of liquid metal, so beautiful yet searingTo the touch, to smear this much painAcross bleeding veins, with adrenaline in their earsInnocent minds know you as a queenBut I know the truth

And I sense mutiny over such sweetAnarchy, it's chaos in head over heartHeart over thought and it's just anarchyThrown into the fire

I don't believe in revengeBut I have to say that yanking these paper chainsThat are found tethered to your heart,Teathered to your throne, bring moreEmotion than anything I've ever foundIn smiling honestly to you

And I sense mutiny over such sweetAnarchy, it's chaos in head over heartHeart over thought and it's just anarchyThrown into the fire

Ohhh i read this on AT!!!Its amazing, I have to say ur the best songwriter ik! O:

You aren't cold, cause you took the warmth of loveIt takes someone so small with a heartMade of liquid metal, so beautiful yet searingTo the touch, to smear this much painAcross bleeding veins, with adrenaline in their earsInnocent minds know you as a queenBut I know the truth

^ Gorgeous! Speechless<3

These stains on the pagesThey're not from what you think,Their existance came fromThrowing poisoned darts at frozen photographsWhen I heard youSay your lines, purpleRains down like the blood thunderingThrough my mind, how could you?